We are too prone to find fault; let us look for some of the perfections.
The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.
The man who fears nothing is as powerful as he who is feared by everybody.
The greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error.
Nothing leads to good that is not natural.
Many a crown shines spotless now that yet was deeply sullied in the winning.